Sometimes, I wonder, what you think about me
Sometimes, I think that I'm too overbearing
Sometimes, I think about running away
Sometimes, I think that I think too much
Most times, I don't take enough care of myself
Most times, I'll find myself numb and in doubt
This phenomenon isn't new, it's been here my whole life
I don't remember how I got this way, but I know it's not alright
Because I don't know how to get there
Can you help me get there?
I know, I'm such a burden
But my wilted heart is weeping
Sometimes I wonder why you still come around
I've always felt like no one's wanted me around
Too many times
Because I don't know how to get there
Will you help me get there?
I know, I'm such a burden
But my heart's no longer burning
For adventure, for a challenge
For a reason to exist at all
I wonder, if it stopped beating entirely,
Would I even feel any different?
Sometimes, I wonder, what you think about me
But I'm too afraid to ask you about your true feelings
Because if you think, what I think
If our thoughts are the same,
What a shame it will be.
What a shame indeed.
Never mind me.
- Author: JJ Browne ( Offline)
- Published: August 4th, 2021 18:39
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this in 2018 after breaking up with a woman I spent 3 years together with. I bring it back now because I feel the same way after family arguments. It comes back to me whenever I\\\'m in a dark place, and gives me an odd comfort, knowing I haven\\\'t changed much over the years.
- Category: Sad
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